Back in the days when black people where enslaved in America they had music as a hope as it ran through their traditions in generations. With nothing to do in jail, little food, shortage of hygiene and every other negative aspect of a jail, the imprisoned found that bit of hope in singing, dancing also following catchy rhythms made by themselves with anything they found like on walls, chairs, tables, with any tool they could find for example a spoon or a fork or a plate. Sometimes, as we see in the picture on the left, they were allowed have instruments but very basic ones like cheap old guitars or wooden bongos. Located in Brasil or in other very warm cuntries of this world, prisoners back in the day never hoped of freedom or reunition with their families and friends, but strangely music had this power to give hope to them as it gave them a feeling that by singing and dancing they could be themselves and that was a close emotion to freedom. They didnt feel like they were at home, they werent comfortable in those clothes or in those conditions, they missed love and care of their neighbours and close friends and through music they communicated to each other and to whoever could hear them that they would never give up and stand up for themselves as they had a strong heart and great pride. They were discriminated over the years by most of the world because of their skin and origing but as i well said, those simple rythms filled their heart with hope and slight happiness (:
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